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"I   WAS  THERE 

WITH   THE   YANKS 

ON  THE  WESTERN   FRONT 

1917  1919 


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BY 

G.     LEROY    BALDRIDGE 

PVT.  A.  E.  F. 


TOGETHER    WITH    VERSES 

BY 

HILMAR    R.    BAUKHAGE 

PVT.  A.  E.   F. 


G.  P.  PUTNAM'S  SONS 
NEW  YORK  AND  LONDON 
TLbc  lknichcrbochcr  press 


COPYRICHT.    I9H) 
BY 

C.  LEROY    BALDRIDGE 


Stack 
Annex 


TO  OUR  MOTHERS 

( )urs  the  Great  Adventure, 
Yours  the  pain  to  bear, 

Ours  the  golden  service  stripes, 
Yours  the  marks  of  care. 

If  all  the  Great  Adventure 
The  old  Earth  ever  knew, 

Was  ours  and  in  this  little  book 
'Twould  still  belong  to  you  ! 


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THE  LINE 

Form  a  line  ! 

Get  in  line  ! 
From  the  time  that  I  enlisted 
And  since  Jerry  armististed 
I've  been  standing,  kidding,  cussing, 
I've  been  waiting,  fuming,  fussing, 

In  a  line. 

I  have  stood  in  line  in  mud  and  slime  and  sleet, 
With  the  dirty  water  oozing  from  my  feet, 

I  have  soaked  and  slid  and  slipped, 

While  my  tacky  slicker  dripped, 
And  I  wondered  what  they'd  hand  me  out  to  eat. 

Get  in  Line  ! 
For  supplies  and  for  inspections, 
With  the  dust  in  four  directions, 
For  a  chance  to  scrub  the  dirt  off, 
In  the  winter  with  my  shirt  off, 

In  a  line. 

I  have  sweated  in  an  August  training  camp, 
That  would  make  a  prohibition  town  look  damp, 
Underneath  my  dinky  cap 
While  the  sun  burned  off  my  map 
And  I  waited  for  some  gold-fish  (and  a  cramp!). 

Get  in  line ! 
For  rice,  pay-day,  pills,  and  ration, 
For  corned-willy,  army  fashion, 
In  Hoboken,  in  the  trenches, 
In  a  station  with  the  Frenchies, 

In  a  line. 

I've  been  standing,  freezing,  sweating, 
Pushing,  shoving,  wheezing,  fretting, 
And  I  won't  be  soon  forgetting 
Though  I  don't  say  I'm  regretting 
That  I  stood  there,  with  my  buddies, 
In  a  line. 


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"PREPARE  FOR  ACTION" 

I  ran  into  Johnny  Redlegs 
A-sitting  on  his  bus, 
And  I  asked  him  why  the  devil 
He  dropped  half  his  shells  on  us. 
He  just  smiles  and  puffs  his  corn-cob, 
As  peaceful  as  a  Persian, 
And,  "Buddy,"  says  he,  "you  can't  blame  me, 
You  gotta  blame  dispersion." 

I  says  to  Johnny  Redlegs, 
"If  I  didn't  have  nine  lives 
Your  barrage  would  have  got  me 
With  those  lousy  seventy-fives." 
He  grins  and  puffs  his  corn-cob, 
And  then  he  winks,  reflective, 
And,  "Buddy,"  says  he,  "you  can't  blame  me 
If  you  pass  your  damn  objective." 

I  says  to  Johnny  Redlegs 
(Just  kidding  him,  you  know), 
"The  trouble  with  your  popgun  is 
She  pops  too  gol-darned  slow." 
Then  Redlegs  drops  his  corn-cob 
And  spits  on  both  his  han's, 
And,  "Buddy,"  says  he,  "you  can  kid  with  me 
And  the  whole  damned  Field  Artilleree, 
But  there'll  be  a  dud  where  you  used  to  be 
If  you  kid  mv  swasont-cans ! " 


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There's  another ! 

God,  this  pack  is  heavy. 

Glad  I  pinched  the  extra  willy, 

Guess  I'll  need  it. 

And  the  sweater,  too, 

out  there. 

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There's  another ! 
Jesse !  that  was  a  close  one. 

Wonder  if good  Christ !  Where's  Charlie  ? 

Got  him  clean.     God  curse  those  Jerries ! 
I'll  get  even,  — p'raps 
out  there. 

z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-Z-Z-Z-E-E-E-E-e-e b  Boom  ! 

There's  another ! 

Over! 

Well,  if  one  has  my  name  on  it 

Then  the  guv'ment  pays  ten  thousand. 

What's  the  use?     I  couldn't  spend  it. 

Leastways  not- 

out  there. 

z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-Z-Z-Z-Z-e-e-e-e-e-E-E-E-E —  b  Boom 

There's  another! 
Where'd  I  put  that  plug  of  Climax? 
Oh,  I  s'pose  somebody  swiped  it. 
Gee,  I  never  thought  that  Charlie. . . 
Glad  I  ain't  out  on  the  wire. 
This  damn  trench  is  dark  — ouch!     Damn  it, 

Wait  a  minute Hell,  I'm  coming, 

I  can't  run  in  this  equipment. 
What  the  hell's  the  rush  to  get 
out  there  ? 


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You  can  see  'em  in  the  movies, 

With  the  sunlight  on  their  guns, 

You  can  read  in  all  the  papers 

Of  the  charge  that  licked  the  Huns, 

You  can  read  of  "khaki  heroes" 

And  of  "gleaming  bayonet," 

But  there's  one  thing  that  the  writers 

And  the  artist  all  forget : 

That's  me ! 

On  K.  P. 
In  my  suit  of  denim  blue 
I  am  thinking  —  not  of  you- 
But  the  places  where  I'd  like  the  top  to  be ! 

On  the  posters  in  the  windows, 
In  the  monthly  magazine, 
Are  the  boys  in  leather  leggins 
Such  as  Pershing's  never  seen ; 
Oh,  they  love  to  paint  'em  pretty, 
All  dressed  up  and  fit  to  kiss,  - 
Ain't  it  funny  there's  a  picture 
That  they  always  seem  to  miss? 

Bless  me  soul, 

Loading  coal! 
In  my  little  shimmy-shirt, 
Eyes  and  mouth  full  up  with  dirt 
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Second  thing  you  asked  us,  - 
"Quand  finit  la  guerre?" 
Didn't  know  your  lingo 
You  weren't  hard  to  get, 
Peace  was  what  you  wanted - 
And  a  cigarette. 

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It  was  just  the  same, 
"When's  it  going  to  finish?" 
Didn't  seem  quite  game. 
Then  we  saw  you  strafing, 
Saw  we  had  you  wrong, 
Wondered  how  you  stood  it 
Four  years  long. 

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Shared  what  smokes  we  had, 
Got  to  know  you  better, 
Found  you  weren't  so  bad, 
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Four  hours  off  —  two  hours  on- 
And  not  a  thing  to  do  but  think, 
And  watch  the  mud  and  twisted  wire 
And  never  let  your  peepers  blink. 

Two  hours  on      four  hours  off 
The  dug-out's  slimy  as  the  trench ; 
It  stinks  of  leather,  men,  and  smoke,  - 
You  wake  up  dopey  from  the  stench. 

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The  same  old  noth'n'  to  do  at  all 
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I  s'pose  sometime  we're  going  to  quit  - 


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Leather  putts  beside,  honest  I  can't  lose ! 
Guess  the  guv  that  had  'em  left  'em  in  a  hurry ! 
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"Nothing  doing!     Beat  it ! 
"Saw  that  luger  first !" 
"Ten  francs  says  I  want  it." 
"Done.     I'll  cure  this  thirst." 

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Someone's  got  to  lose,  glad  I  ain't  the  guy- 
If  I'm  going  to  use  'em,  guess  I'll  have  to  hurry, 
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With  his  dinky  little  pack, 
He  can  hear  the  sergeant  cussing 
But  he  doesn't  dare  look  back. 

But  we  ain't  saying  nothing 
Since  we  got  the  order  "route," 
Two  dog-dead  for  even  wond'ring 
If  we'll  ever  hear  "fall  out." 

My  damn  rifle  and  my  helmet 
Keep  on  getting  in  the  way, 
And  my  brains  are  numb  and  dopey 
Try'n'  to  cuss  and  try'n'  to  pray. 

My  throat's  as  dry  as  sawdust 
And  my  right  arm's  gone  to  sleep, 
And  the  pack-strap  on  my  shoulder 
Cuts  a  slit  two  inches  deep. 

I  just  lift  one  foot  and  shove  it 
And  it  hits  most  any  place, 
Then  I  lift  and  shove  the  other 
T'keep  from  falling  on  my  face. 

If  the  guide  should  change  the  cadence 
I'll  be  damned  if  I  could  stop ; 
If  you  pushed  me  with  a  feather  - 
Well,  I'd  just  curl  up  and  drop. 

And  I  know  damn  well  there's  stragglers 
That'll  ride  up  on  a  truck  - 
Guess  if  you  ain't  born  a  quitter, 
You're  just  simply  out  of  luck. 

I  suppose  we'll  keep  on  going 
Huh?     The  Skipper's  faced  about? 
Halt ! . . .  I'm  dreaming. . .  in  the  daisies. . . 
You  don't  need. . .  to  say. . .  "fall  out !  " 


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It  seemed  years  since  I  had  seen  one,- 
Years  of  hiking,  sweat  and  blood, 
Didn't  think  there  was  a  clean  one 
In  these  miles  of  men  and  mud. 

Well,  I  stood  there,  laughing,  drinking, 
Kidding  her  in  bon  fransay 
Rut  the  things  that  I  was  thinking 
Were  a  thousand  miles  away. 

Sewed  my  stripe  on  like  a  mother, 
Gee !     She  was  a  pretty  kid. . . . 
But  I  left  her  like  a  brother, - 
Shake  her  hand  was  all  I  did. 

Then  I  says:     "Vous,  all  right,  cherry- 
And  my  throat  stuck,  and  it  hurt. . . 
And  I  showed  her  what  I  carry 
In  the  pocket  of  my  shirt. 


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NOVEMBER  ELEVENTH 

We  stood  up  and  we  didn't  say  a  word, 
It  felt  just  like  when  you  have  dropped  your  pack 
After  a  hike,  and  straightened  out  your  back 
And  seem  just  twice  as  light  as  any  bird. 

We  stood  up  straight  and,  God !  but  it  was  good ! 
When  you  have  crouched  like  that  for  months,  to  stand 
Straight  up  and  look  right  out  toward  No-Man's-Land 
And  feel  the  way  you  never  thought  you  could. 

We  saw  the  trenches  on  the  other  side 
And  Jerry,  too,  not  making  any  fuss, 
But  prob'ly  stupid-happy,  just  like  us. 
Nobody  shot  and  no  one  tried  to  hide. 

If  you  had  listened  then  I  guess  you'd  heard 
A  sort  of  sigh  from  everybody  there, 
But  all  we  did  was  stand  and  stare  and  stare, 
Just  stare  and  stand  and  never  say  a  word. 


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